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James Tuders Poem
The Rider
Slivers of skyline
tree arms of emerald
the waning sunset,time runs out
peach colored archways, lest we forget
Golden grass tall as fences
white birches swaying gently
the howls of a wolf
in the dark of night
Emptiness and fog
go hand in hand
rotting buildings and tumbleweeds
the apocalypse is here!
The rider collects his dues
a silver barrel jutting out
wearing jeans and a tattered coat
with no exceptions,as to the blood on his shoes
He has a malicious tongue
and a roll of smokes
his breath, cold as winter
the eyes bright as the sun
His steed, a glowing ember of red
teeth white like a ghost, tail whipping wild
muscular legs and ginormous head
snorting smoke to which he couldn’t blow
The pale horse of death
limping, on its last leg
drinking water from a creek
as if it were a keg
The land dusty and brown
gods of chariots, fire and brimstone
falling from the sky
mythical creatures with no reason why
He gives no mercy…. Just death
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Anger
Anger , it has many demons
Causing tempers to flare
Many hurtful things with tears
Causes rifts in time
And broken bridges
But it has pain
The devil, he feeds on fear
With much frustration, anger has
It always stays the same
Anger- with no validity
Makes you do stupid things
Like hitting people
Or causing crime scenes
Can we control it?
We must , we must…
For the sake of self –preservation
And all humanity, we must!
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Breathless
Morning dew at its best
natures bloom, a soft caress
crisp winter days and long nights
earth is calm, as if taking a rest
Cascading waterfalls behind the bay
birds chirping, fish at play
glinting light scorching dry rock
a painters easel of disarray
Rippling creeks,snow capped mountains
a magical journey through a desolate land
decaying bark and overgrown brush
some things will never be
just a barren wasteland…..
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Cursed
Burnt red desert
Tiny slivers of light
Cacti on parched ground
The bane of wolf
A slow erotic urge
Cries of a man
Dark desires, needing purged
Blood moon glowing bright
Chilly frost in the air
Smell of blood and lust
Rancid , wafting and decayed hair
The cold hard reality
They all died with sin
And buried six feet under
encased forever within
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Light
There's a glimmering light
tiny swirls, shades of gray
booming thunder, rain clouds abound
it's just a sloppy mess today!
Cabbage green skies
eluding to the mist
orange laden sunsets
reminds me of a Sunkist
Birds circling, flocking
with nowhere to go
roaming the earth
for that shiny glow
clouds are beautiful
a figment of ones imagination
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Evanescence
Death from above
It’s outta sight!
Long red nails
She loves to bite
Loves the blood
And revels in pain
A vampire’ for eternity
Drives her madly insane
Older than most
Yet, this she knows
Her eyes come alive
With a fiery red glow
Flying and shapeshifting
She does it best
Feeding on human blood
As she discards the rest
Strength like a bear
Shell snap your neck in two
Long flowing blond hair
Stays quiet like a muse
Skin as cold as ice
Succulent dark lips, fangs aside
A murderous smile, with no empathy
Nothing will ever suffice
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